Month: January 2015

Poem: If tomorrow didn’t come

If tomorrow didn’t come Today’s a day like any day Did I walk past a bird and forget to notice its song Did I worry about something meaningless that’s faded away, and now gone Did I forget to let my parents know I love them more now, than ever before Did I forget to tell my lover “I love you” before I closed the door Did I forget to tell my sisters how much they mean to me All our childhood memories That created the man I became to be Did I forget to tell grandma how much she meant Was it too late when I came through the door, to see her time clock was spent What if tomorrow didn’t arrive Would I have spent all my “I love you’s” Or have a stockpile inside Every second, of every day this story plays out Have you expressed your love or sadly held out If tomorrow didn’t come, what would you do? Do it today, as the hourglass may be staring at you Carl Meadows …

Poem: They came in the night

In 2010 my husband and I, took our 3 nieces to Berlin and visited Sachsenhausen death camp where over 6000 Gays were killed. Under article 175 of the penal code they were arrested by the SS. The irony, is the niece that grabbed my hand and said; “uncle it will be ok” while I was sobbing, came out of the closet as lesbian years later. I will never forget. They came in the night As I walked thought the gates of this horrible place Wondering how many like me had marched, on their untimely fait As the SS came, sweeping homes in the night To take gays away to an unknown site A place far away, so cold and grey When lovers are separated so quickly, what could they say? Could love be such a crime that you would murder for the third Reich? As hands crossed hands, and eyes met eyes Station Z became the final stop for those who refused to lie As my feet walked along the camp of others destiny How …

Poem: Loner

Loner I can only see you when you are not there I listen through the ear of whispers Noticing my existence, was about who I wasn’t I wasn’t like the other boys, I wasn’t focused, I wasn’t welcome, I wasn’t good enough to fit in I was followed, silently as if there was something to emerge, unbeknownst to I As if walking through a field of land mines, others wait to see what happens as an experiment of courage or naivety Ideas and vision create sparks of resistance Internal voices constantly doubting significance The polarity of dynamic opposition; the place where only the strongest survive My armour fitted and secure Vulnerabilities are known to very few, only those who could bring me down crashing to my knees As if intentionally giving them a key to my demise; the poison to be given on the eve of my success; no abort plan in place Ideas to be left behind, after the shell will be long gone As I walk toward this unknown place, I pick up …